Smack—another slap landed on her, the man hit hard and viciously.
Without any tenderness, with that slap, the woman's face quickly swelled up.
"Ugh..." Crossley bit her lip, preventing herself from crying out in pain, tasting blood in her mouth, she knew she was bleeding, but her eyes still glared angrily at the man, refusing to be weak.
"M-D!" Angus cursed, clearly having run out of patience, he walked to the sofa, sat down, and pointed at Crossley, saying, "Beat her, until she begs for mercy!"
"Yes." The seven bodyguards responded in unison, two of them who were holding her dragged her back, pulling her directly to the ground, then the seven burly men punched and kicked her all over.
Crossley dodged left and right, every time she managed to get up and wanted to fight back, she was knocked down again by swinging fists from all directions.
The men showed no mercy, beating her nearly to death with no sympathy whatsoever.
